In a dimly lit night, a lone figure lies abandoned on a wooden bench, his face frozen in the obscurity of dreams. His face is broken, etched, with a deep sense of fear and lingers. Its fur is matted and peeling, and his lips are shattered. But its expression seems to hold a sense of contemplation, yet its thoughts remain etched on the figure's face, painting the sky with a deep, ethereal light that captures the moment of contemplation.